Everyone crept up to the edge of the altar, getting close enough to really feel the presence of that gigantic skeleton—well over a hundred meters tall. Even as nothing but bones, it still pressed down on them like a mountain.
If it had been alive… how insane would that have been?
From skull to tail, the entire frame was locked down with heavy chains. No question—this mutant beast had been put through hell before it died.
They cautiously reached out and touched the bones. Smooth under their fingers, like polished jade.
"This thing… it feels like an art piece," Sean said, awed. "If this was before the apocalypse, archaeologists would lose their minds."
"Yeah." Chris nodded, eyes narrowing. "Feels like it's tough as hell."
He pulled out a dagger, black edge flaring along the blade, and chopped down at one of the toe bones.
Nothing.
The strike didn't even leave a scratch.
Chris tried again. And again. The bone stayed slick and pristine, like the blade had never touched it.
